Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 586.

Late at night, Auntie Helen had gone back, and Aveline and Alexander were the only two people left in the whole villa, and she was staring at him with her big eyes.

"Are you sleepy?"

Aveline shook her head quickly, "I'm not sleepy, I can't sleep and will watch TV for a while."

She was just awkward. Although the two had been husband and wife for a long time, her impression of Alexander was still that of a stranger.

Isn't it as embarrassing as having an online date to ask her to have close contact with him?

Her nervousness was noticed by Alexander, and he was not in a hurry, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Aveline was watching soap operas while Alexander was quickly typing on his laptop keyboard.

From time to time, Aveline glanced at him. He was wearing gold- rimmed glasses, and the lamp above his head cast a dim yellow light on him, giving his cold outline a light touch of tenderness.

As if sensing her gaze, Alexander raised his head.

He was wearing black silk pajamas. The texture of the clothes was very good. The satin exuded soft light under the light, which complemented the frame on the bridge of his nose. His slender middle finger gently pushed the frame, and he turned his head to look at her. His voice was magnetic: "What's wrong?"

It was clearly a random action by the man. Aveline felt her face feel a little hot for no reason, "No, it's nothing."

Alexander had already put down his laptop, "Are you thirsty or hungry? You didn't eat much during dinner. Do you want some midnight snacks?"

She blinked at him with big eyes, "Are you really good at cooking?"

What Auntie Helen said before seemed a little exaggerated, and Aveline felt that she was deliberately beautifying the man.

Alexander had already rolled up his sleeves and patted her head gently, "Wait for me."

Then he walked into the kitchen with his long legs, and soon there was the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen.

She thought he would be at the peak of his culinary skills if he could only make her a bowl of pasta. However, looking at him busy in the kitchen, he was comparable to a five-star chef.

In the danging firelight, she could

see his upright figure weighing the pot. An hour later, Aveline heard him reminding her from the kitchen:

"You can wash your hands and get ready to eat."

When Aveline returned from washing her hands, the man had already put the dishes on the table.

Spicy crayfish, garlic scallops, salt and pepper shrimp.

Aveline's eyes widened as she looked at the dishes piled with red oil, chili pepper, pepper, and garlic cloves. She never thought that such an elegant young master would cook such sophisticated food for her.

Unexpectedly, he did more than the normal that she was expecting.

Alexander casually pulled out a wet tissue and wiped his fingers, "I had limited

time, so I made a few dishes for you to try."

Aveline slurred: "You, how do you know how to cook this kind of food?"noveldrama

The man smiled and said, "You used to always pester me to eat spicy crayfish, barbecue and so on. Eating outside is not hygienic to me, so learned to cook in private. My own meals will always be cleaner than those bought outside."

Aveline's eyes fell on the back of his white hands. Alexander's skin was fair, and

the blisters caused by the hot oil were very obvious.

"Are you hurt?"

"It's okay. Do you want me to peel the shrimp for you?"

Although it was a question, Alexander had already put on disposable gloves and started peeling shrimp for Aveline seriously.

The serious looking man was really handsome, whether he was working or peeling shrimp for her.

Aveline felt warm in her heart. Although she had no relatives, he was so kind to

her and he would be someone she could rely on in the future.

"Um.Hen, Alexander, thank you."

After a day, Aveline stammered out his name.

The man's fingers that were peeling the shrimp paused, and he raised his head

and stared at her with bright eyes, "Call my name again."